Chania at RAZAMATAZ has graciously begun hosting Friday photo challenges again. This week the subject matter is Jewelry.
I'm not much of a jewelry person and don't own a lot of it, but I have one piece in particular that is most meaningful to me for many reasons.
#1
It's my engagement ring.
#2
It's not my original engagement ring. The diamond fell out of my original ring after we had been married about five years. I was devastated and sure Mr. Tennis, my husband, would be pretty upset too.
#3
Well, anyone who knows him knows he doesn't get upset, he just gets things done.
#4
He surprised me by resetting my paternal grandmother's engagement ring that had been left to me. It was in a very unattractive setting that did not show off the beauty of the diamond. When he took it to a jeweler to be reset, the jeweler was surprised at the superior quality of the diamond and said it must have come from Europe around the turn of the century. Indeed it did. My grandfather brought that ring over to the United States from Scotland to give to his intended, my grandmother. Not sure of the exact date (bet my brother Mr. Connor knows!), but I estimate about 1910.
#5
It's not huge, splashy or extraordinary- except to me. It's part of my family history - pre-marriage and after.
#6
About 6 years ago I couldn't wear the ring because of arthritis in my ring finger. My wedding ring had to be sawed off as did my engagement ring. That made me feel just terrible.
#7
After a couple of years of listening to me fret about not having a ring to show I was married, Mr. Tennis again solved the problem. A local jeweler devised an expander so the ring could be slipped over the enlarged knuckle joint.
#8
This month I will have been married to this man for thirty years. Best thing I ever did. And this ring reminds me of that fact every day.
(I also realize I will never be a hand model, but wanted you to see the obstacle that was overcome - note to self: moisturize please)